"It's not just cards! There was free cookies and cider. Behind the counter were three pleasant and intellectual looking women, all wearing neat braids and cute glasses. The Christmas shit was immaculate and there was even a lot of cute candles and stuff. It's like if Xanax was a three-dimensional spa"
"I know 'self-care' is a vacuous pop-concept appropriated by Hallmark and cosmetics companies to sell shit to depressed girlbosses, but I'm actually finding it quite fun and a good way to put a wholesome sheen on my fondness for self-indulgent shit."